People think I stay to myself because I’m a loner. Nah. I stay to myself because I sit back, watch the clown behavior, and want no part of it. It’s a fking circus out here and only a few are real. To the young lads out here... No one’s gonna sit you down and tell you this. Not your boys. Not your father. Not your mentors. But you need to hear it now because what’s out here isn’t just wild... It’s designed to destroy you if you move blind. Most people are parasites. Trapped in loops. Same addictions. Same gossip. Same fake smiles. Drugs, drinks, sex with no purpose. All of it just noise to avoid looking in the mirror. I outgrew that sh*t. I don’t relate to people like I used to. That’s not isolation. That’s elevation. And with all these STDs running wild I’m not just talking about infections. I’m talking spiritual contamination. You sleep with the wrong one, you absorb everything they carry. Their trauma. Their demons. Their karmic debt. Sex is a transfer of frequency. You either rise together or sink with them. You think it’s just about sex? Nah, this goes deeper. Be careful who you sleep with. You don’t even realize what’s running wild out here anymore. It’s not just STDs it’s spells, trauma loops, ancestral curses, and energy parasites. You’re not just swapping fluids you’re swapping realities. This hits harder than most people can process because it’s not metaphor, it’s mechanics. You’re not just exchanging bodies. You’re merging timelines. When you sleep with someone, your auras entangle, your nervous systems sync, and your karmic contracts cross-link. That “good vibe” or “bad vibe” you feel after sex? It’s not in your head. It’s your energetic blueprint reacting to theirs. Their unhealed trauma now echoes through your field. Their entities, if present, now have access to your vessel. Their timeline, with all its blockages, becomes part of your journey. Every orgasm is a spell cast into the quantum field. You’re affirming: “More of this, please.” So if you’re bonding with someone broken, bitter, or spiritually toxic, you’re literally anchoring their hell loop into your life. That’s why after some hookups, people spiral. Not just emotionally but financially, mentally, and spiritually. It’s not bad luck. It’s cross-contamination. The body is a portal. Sex is the ritual. Energy is the currency. And in a world filled with soulless shells, frequency harvesters, and karmic traps disguised as “soulmates”, the wrong exchange can cost you years off your path. So yeah... You’re not just swapping fluids. You’re swapping realities. To the men under 30 reading this... You think you’ve been tested? Wait till you hit 30. Life stops playing. Between 30 and 33, the mask rips off. You face everything you’ve been avoiding. And everyone around you starts showing who they really are. Some go quiet. Some switch sides. Some smile while helping you fall. No one warns you. So I will. Those years will either break you into pieces or shape you into something unshakable. Nobody talks about it because how it breaks you will be different from how it broke them. The betrayals will come from the people you loved the most. The ones you thought would ride forever. They won’t. That sh*t will sting. But it’ll teach you the truth. You don’t chase. You don’t cry about who left. You study. You sharpen. You learn the math of reality Numerology, energy, timing. Everything moves in cycles. If you’ve got big goals, learn the rhythm. There’s a time to plan and a time to strike. Move too early, you burn out. Move too late, you miss it. Timing is key. Master that, and nothing can stop you. If you survive your 33rd year clean, you enter the circle of kings. If not, you serve the ones who did.